| And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money!
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| COME DOWN!
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| Have you ever heard of a Murdera, Bloody Murdera
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| The Hot Boys come one time, How many say Murdera
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| Bloody Murdera, Cash Money Packing the low iron, low iron!
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| Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time!
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| Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime!
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| Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times!
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| Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron!
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| Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
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| Drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)
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| I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
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| She test me, plenty, niggas gone bleed (yea, yea)
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| Under the position of blood and Crystylle
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| Hittin a nigga section with guns leavin it foul
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| Blow out cha sky’s you coming bak with the guns
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| Lil bads yell HOT! |
| to the top of my lungs
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| Same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)
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| You know me lil' shorty Meacita’s son
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| Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier
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| Can’t stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K’s I tote
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| And the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sew
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| Who, you not ready uh uh not now, not then, not ever |
| Now bomb clear the spot, better back off, fore i blast off
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| Put my mask on and watch I, I, act a dawg
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| Ya’ll wanted beef and what we made it worse
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| 3 steps shoot pah!, nigga we shoot first!
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| It’s a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it’s worth
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| I was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot first
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| That first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hearse
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| And i refuse to be the one on the T~shirt
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| Now Lil' Turk you got the Ak? |
| (He say for sure I got it)
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| Lil' Wayne you drivin? |
| (B.G. you know I’m drivin)
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| Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin'
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| These niggas thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'
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| We burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigga
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| Them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigga
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| Like a perm sittin in a ho hair to long burn nigga
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| Beefin' with the Hot Boy$ i hope you people got insurance nigga
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| It’s gone be 187 after 187, it’s gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11
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| Every time i hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard me
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| Fuck all that stuntin, duck, cause I’m shoot first ya heard me! |
| When i shoot first erasing every nigga on your set
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| Two Timer my thug name i be thuggin in black
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| More artillery than an army have reala
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| Serving you block you get caught be the one to killa
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| Settin, no hesitation in my per finger (Cash Money Crew)
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| When my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
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| Head banger shottin niggas like a sarenge
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| Wanna play games well say hello to my friend frankie
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| The nigga who working with 50 shots can’t run can’t
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| Hide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speed
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| Nigaa that’s what you get fucking with a nigga like me
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| Tha h.B. |
| hot boys from C.M.R
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| Like Juv, fuck with us it a be no tomorrow
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| Think we playin, and test us bad nigga
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| It a be you ass one more nigga who will get a figure
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| Now a nigga was makin cake rolls by the case loads
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| Kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go
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| And I always had to hustle & I could go head
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| I was snatching by the truck loads all in your shit
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| My mommy used to tell me you gotta slow down
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| But I didn’t wanna hear shit cause I was a clown |
| Look I done showed you lil niggas
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| I done mold you lil niggas
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| You besta not play with me cause
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| Look, i done told you lil niggas
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| I ain’t the one my nerves bad, I move quick
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| That was potna that you killed what’s happening with you bitch
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| I hit em bam bam, two to the chest
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| Bam bam two to the head
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| Bam on through the neck
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| I looked up, now which one of you
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| Bitches wanna be next, I picked the case
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| And then I broke through the Jects
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| Damn them bitches saw me i hope they don’t talk
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| But if i think they gone talk beleive they ain’t
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| Gonna walk, you see these golds, these diamonds
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| All these houses, these jews, they got niggas
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| Trying to jack and I’m acting a fucking fool
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| I know that everyday i gotta protect my naps
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| I know that a nigga wait’n trying to put it in my lap!
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| (Shoot 1st.)
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| (Papa Rue)
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| Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda |